Moths flutter through our house, our kitchen and our rooms. We kill them with our hands when we can. In my room I just close my eyes and turn off the lights, hoping they go away.
Mice scurry, surprising us in our bathrooms and dropping droppings all over the kitchen and eating away my beloved paapads.
Ants swarm the kitchen counters, the knife left dripping with jam.
Bees wander into the shed, L talks to them with her mind and they leave without a sting.
The bananas sit atop the fridge, perennially yellow.
"When we die, lets hope an animal eats our corpse," says L.
Mice scurry, surprising us in our bathrooms and dropping droppings all over the kitchen and eating away my beloved paapads.
Ants swarm the kitchen counters, the knife left dripping with jam.
Bees wander into the shed, L talks to them with her mind and they leave without a sting.
The bananas sit atop the fridge, perennially yellow.
"When we die, lets hope an animal eats our corpse," says L.
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